So a few months have gone by since I last started up Live Writer and pounded out a few paragraphs and called it a blog entry. My last blog talked about moving to a new role at work and that is going well. I mentioned that things would look different in 3 months and that prediction did come true. I like the new job and think that I will do well at it. I think it would go better if I didn’t have a lot of the responsibilities of my old job still on my plate. But I am told that there is a person who has accepted an offer to take over my old position. I do not know how long it will be until I am truly rid of my old responsibilities as I will still need to train them. At any rate, due to the dual roles, coming home at night and staring at the computer screen and writing a blog is close to last on my list of things that I want to do.
I did want to talk about a phenomenon that I experience from time to time as I leave the house to head to work. As I get ready to leave for the day, I have to give each person a goodbye hug. The kids are typically still in bed sleeping in (something they took to over the summer quite naturally). Due to this, hugging them is quite easy as they are in a semi-state of awake-ness. They are barely phased by my embrace and fall quickly back onto their respective pillows. Not even McKinney (our poodle) can convince them it is time to get up and get going (by then McKinney has been awake for 2 hours). Anyway, the last hug is for the wife and she hugs me like we are still newlyweds (we do a lot of things that make us look like newlyweds much to the discomfort of our teenage son). So, my hug is quite the event to her (though it cannot rival the tail wagging that I get from McKinney when I arrive home each night).
If for some reason I forget something as I am heading out the door (post newlywed style hug from the wife) then the wife requires another hug. It is as if the first hug did not occur, like it was annulled. For instance, this morning I began to head out the door (post hug) when I realized that I had not brushed my teeth. I set down my backpack and headed to the bathroom to take care of the chore and announced (quite emphatically) that the hug that was just administered was to remain in tact and would serve the purpose of “final morning hug”. This was met with a “Ha!” from around the corner. It was not a “that’s funny” kind of “Ha!”, it was more of a “yeah, right” kind of “Ha!”. So anyway, as I attempted to sneak past her (which, given the layout of the house, I knew was not likely to succeed) she intercepted me and I had to go through the hug ritual again.
As a man I cannot understand this concept. Some of you may remember my blog about Insufficient Affection Funds. I think this idea applies here as well (I only have so many goodbye hugs to spend each day). I think that the initial final hug should still count and should not be able to be nullified (even for bad breath). My wife insists (with a slight head cock [guys, you know what I am talking about]) that this is a completely logical concept and questions my qualification as a human being for not concurring with her. At any rate, until the layout of the house changes (or I forget something that happens to be close to the front door), I fear that I will have to endure this.
Jon
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